On the Phone with the Universe

Static on the line 
Can you hear 
The sound of my thoughts 
It's a little clear 
Garble taught 
To expect less from 
All that there is 
When the trees say nothing 
The poetry fizz 

Bubbles crowd trouble 
You're coming through now 
Don't hang up 

I'll be here 

Let's do this more often 
Undoing fear